When the sun shines

I have these moments every fall—when the sky turns a certain shade of grey as the inherent nature of the book ended seasons mix and daylight recedes in expectation of the coming months—where I find myself looking at the remnants of a great autumnal landscape, thinking the best has passed and the graphic beauty of winter will be upon us soon. And then the sun breaks and colors hidden in the shadows scream at the dawn of the day, holding court and reclaiming their last bit of time with us this year. —Dominick

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